Mine to Protect [Kagehina]

Chapter 9: Possession

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SUMMARY:

Kageyama felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he looked at his masterpiece. And that was what Hinata was. A perfect masterpiece, more perfect than Kageyama could have ever imagined.

And he wasn't done yet.

A/N: CW reminder: Blood, Rough sex, Anal sex, Anal fingering, Blow jobs, Rimming, Choking. Hair-pulling, Dom/sub undertones, Biting, Degradation, Edging

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Continuation of chapter 8, from Kageyama's POV this time

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Kageyama sat back on his knees and studied Hinata for a few seconds, taking in how absolutely ruined he looked. His face and chest were flushed a deep pink, his face was wet with tears, and his eyes were red-rimmed and hazy. His pupils were blown wide, and his lips were swollen and bruised. At least a dozen angry red blotches covered his skin, from neck to thighs, and his own teeth marks were visible on Hinata's left shoulder.

And Hinata's pretty cock weeped for him.

Kageyama felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he looked at his masterpiece. And that was what Hinata was. A perfect masterpiece, more perfect than Kageyama could have ever imagined.

And he wasn't done yet.

Fucking hell, Kageyama thought as another zing of lust shot through his body accompanied by a foreign sensation in his chest that he was unused to in this context. It felt an awful lot like addiction.

He was not going to be satisfied with just one time.

He wanted, maybe even needed to do this to Hinata again and again and again. He didn't think he'd ever get enough. The way the redhead responded to him was a dream, so pliant and eager to please, so willing to take whatever Kageyama wanted to give him, even the pain. Hinata had never once even looked like he might use his safeword. In fact, he looked like he couldn't get enough either.

Maybe they were meant for each other.

Hinata was looking up at him expectantly with gorgeous brown eyes, and Kageyama forced himself to focus on the present.

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed, keeping his voice low and rough.

Hinata instantaneously complied, and Kageyama marveled again at how willing he was to be used. Once Hinata was in position, Kageyama used his thumbs to spread his cheeks apart and watched as Hinata's hole clenched around nothing. By the sounds of Hinata's raspy, unsteady breaths, he was either afraid or desperate, or maybe both.

Kageyama knew he hadn't adequately prepared Hinata for the size of his cock, but he also knew Hinata wouldn't care. He seemed to like the pain, so he'd probably enjoy the burn that was sure to come. They were both about to find out.

Kageyama pressed the tip of his cock against Hinata's entrance but then paused to tease some more. Hinata whined a bit, and Kageyama realized he liked to hear the evidence of Hinata's torment. He waited in that position, wanting to ramp up Hinata's anticipation.

Then all at once embedded himself fully.

Hinata cried out, a throaty moaning sound.

It was beautiful.

Kageyama could hear Hinata sobbing quietly and felt compelled to soothe him. He didn't move his hips but rubbed one hand soothingly over Hinata's hip while the other held him tightly.

"Shh, you can take it, Sho. I know you can. A whore like you can take any cock, can't you?"

Another whimper, a few more sobs and still Kageyama didn't move, giving Hinata a chance to adjust to his size. The tight heat was phenomenal, squeezing his cock and making him want to rut like an animal. But he held off a little more and continued to trace circles with his palm until Hinata's cries subsided.